Two years ago today, I wasn’t out wandering trails or planning summer adventures. I was sitting in a hospital room, watching my mom grow weaker by the day. She couldn’t stand. She could barely sit up. And no one could tell us why. They ran test after test, ruling things out but never giving answers….
Category: Personal Journey
The trail doesn’t always run through the woods. Sometimes, it winds through hospital rooms, hard choices, and unexpected goodbyes. This is where I share the moments that shaped me—the messy, meaningful, deeply human ones that don’t always come with a map.